The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

By Friday, Logan has moved all of his things into my flat. It's a bit tight now, with all of his stuff as well as mine. We've both had to get rid of a few things, but we've made it work.

We're both back at work, which means less time with each other, but it's okay because we have the evenings. I'm back on day shifts which are good, it means that we're on the same schedule.

Logan and I take it in turns to make dinner. We both like cooking and we can make completely different dishes, we kind of complete each other in that way.

On Friday evening, Logan goes out to the shops to get some final ingredients for the casserole he is making. Left alone in the apartment, I decide to finally take a pregnancy test. It's been almost a week, although it might still be a bit early, I'll give it a go.

After the longest two minutes of my life, I stop pacing and sneak a nervous glance at the test.

Positive.

I had a feeling I would be. From the way we've been going at it since we met, I'm not surprised. I am, however, very happy.

I do a little dance around the bathroom, fist—pumping the air. I decide to take another two tests, just to be sure. I down a glass of water and manage to find enough pee in me to do another two sticks.

I wait for their results and they both say the same thing. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby, Logan's baby.

This is crazy!

A week ago, I was upset and desperately waiting to meet my mate. Fast—forward seven days and I'm fully mated and pregnant.

I never would have believed someone if they had told me this a week ago.

I'm hopping from foot to foot as I stand by the door, waiting for Logan to come home.

The moment he steps through the door, he freezes. He looks me up and down and gives me a quizzical look.

'Are you okay' He asks and sets the bags of groceries on the floor.

I rub my hands together nervously and smile at him. 'I'm pregnant.'

His expression is shocked for a moment and then lights up.

'What' He cries. 'Really'

'Yeah,' I respond with a nod.

He picks me up and spins around, laughing happily.

'This is amazing,' he says warmly.

I slide down his body until my toes touch the floor. Grasping the back of my neck, Logan kisses me.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him back. Our tongues collide and caress one another. Uncaring of the shopping still in the bags on the floor, Logan pins me to the wall and starts exploring my body with his hands.

He pushes down my leggings, taking my underwear with it. I fumble with his jeans, pulling down the zipper. He breaks the kiss to shuck his trousers and boxers down.

Once we're both ready, he lifts my legs up, around his waist. In one swift thrust, he enters me fully. I gasp at the sudden feeling of being filled.

His hands hold my thighs as he fucks me against the wall. I claw at his shoulders for grip and rest my head on the wall. His pace is steady as he thrusts in and out of me.

It feels so good. He feels so good. I moan loudly, letting him know how much I'm loving this.

'Logan.'

His name falls from my lips as a breathy plea. He kisses his mark and speeds up, pounding into me until my toes curl against his backside. My orgasm hits without warning.

I clench down around him and my mate curses. Together, we reach our climax. We cry out each other's names, panting and moaning.

We sink to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs.

'I should probably put that shopping away,' Logan comments, gesturing at the bags.

I laugh and brush my hair back from my face. 'Probably.'

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